MAGICAL, THAT WAS the only way to describe the day that I was having. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this, like I could do anything and not have any worries. I took one of the pills Dr. Marlow prescribed even though I didn’t think I needed it. I’d had one yesterday, and I silently wondered if my good mood yesterday was from that or if I was truly happy. I didn’t want to question it, so I swallowed the little yellow thing and pushed it out of my mind.
Trevor was going way out of his way to make this weekend special, and I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that. It was like we were dating again, and each moment was something I wanted to savor. If I could freeze time, I would.
“What do you think of this one?” I stood in front of a giant sculpture tipping my head from one side to the other as I appraised it. I’ve loved art since I was in grade school, but Cherryville didn’t really cater to that desire.
“Um,” Trevor squinted as if he were trying to give the piece as much consideration as I was. “It’s…” he stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest.
I turned to watch him, and couldn’t help but laugh. I’d been doing that a lot today, and it felt good. “Be honest,” I narrowed my eyes.
He sighed, “It looks like a bunch of twisted up metal.” My mouth dropped open in shock and I watched him try to recover. “Hey, you asked,” he shrugged. “I see stuff like this whenever I go to the scene of an accident. I can’t believe people pay for this,” he scratched his head as we began to circle the piece.
“You have no appreciation for the arts,” I grumbled as I continued to stare at the piece.
“I do if I can tell what it’s supposed to be. This looks like a bunch of,” he waved his arm up and down, “twisted metal. I can’t tell what it’s even supposed to be without reading the sign.” He shook his head. “What is it supposed to be?”
We rounded the piece again and stopped at the placard. I began giggling as I stared at the words ‘When Two Become One’. “What the hell?” Trevor grumbled as he read them too. “This is not what becoming one with someone looks like. Trust me… we did not look like this this morning,” he moved to stand behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. His chin rested on my shoulder as he whispered in my ear, “The guy that made this must have never become one with someone like you. He has no idea how beautiful that can look,” he pressed a kiss to my neck before releasing me. His hand brushed across mine, linking our fingers before he began walking to the next room as if he didn’t just leave me wanting to jump him.
“You coming?” he glanced over his shoulder with a blank expression before a wolfish one replaced it. He knew exactly what he just said, and he was proud of himself.
“Not yet,” I hissed as I faked annoyance.
“Un huh,” he mused, knowing I was lying through my teeth. One thing I’ll give Trevor credit for, he knows me. He knows everything about me, and he’s not afraid to call me on it. If he didn’t, this weekend wouldn’t be turning out the way it is. “Now this is what I’m talking about,” he chuckled, bringing me to a stop.
I looked around at the landscapes hanging on the wall. The artist had played with different types of lighting in the photographs, but you could clearly see what was in the picture. “You like this better?” I smirked.
“I like to know what I’m looking at,” Trevor moved closer to a black and white photo. “See, I can tell that this is a field of flowers with mountains in the background. I don’t need to read the card,” he crossed his arms over his chest as he pressed his lips together in thought.
“I don’t need the card to tell me how to feel about something,” I moved to a close up of a sunflower. “Look at the way the light bounces off these petals. It’s almost as if you could touch it and feel the warmth,” my voice drifted off.
“You’re telling me that if I showed you that metal in the other room, you’d know that it was two people having sex,” he scoffed as he rolled his eyes.
“Who said anything about sex? It was two pieces of metal becoming one. That doesn’t say sex,” I sighed. He didn’t get it. He was trying though, so I had to give him that much.
“When is two of anything coming together not about sex?” he moved to face me.
I shook my head at him, “Men.”
“What?” he smirked. He knew what he was doing.
“You just want me to think about sex,” I turned back toward the photo.
“No,” his voice lowered. “I want you to think about sex with me.”
“Trev,” I moved to the next piece.
“I know you are, Shar. I see it in your eyes. You’re thinking about this morning, and you’re mad at yourself for thinking about it while we’re here. No one can read your thoughts. Well, except maybe me. I like being in your head. It’s sexy as hell, and I’ll do whatever you want me to do so I can stay there.”
“Come on,” I begrudgingly grabbed his hand and led him into the next room. I wanted to see the rest of the museum, and as long as we stayed there alone I knew he was going to keep torturing me. I needed a crowd, and I needed one fast before I combusted right there in front of him.
I KNEW WHAT I was doing, but I couldn’t stop. I’d forgotten how much fun it was to just flirt. I hadn’t acted like this with Sharron in years. It was like we’d just changed into these people that didn’t know how to cut loose. I mean, we had our moments in private, but this… this was like it was when we were dating. I still remember the time I pushed Sharron out of her comfort zone at the movies. I haven’t tried anything like it since, and I know she’d never go for it now, but at the time it was thrilling, and now that I’m getting a taste of the old us, I really want to keep things this way.
“You can pick,” she motioned to the rows of seats in the nearly empty theater. It was a Sunday afternoon, and if the weather wasn’t supposed to get so terrible that night, I would have waited to take her out. We’d been officially dating for a little over a year now, but other than some kissing and a little over the clothes touching, we really hadn’t done much. We were learning together, and I was too much of a chicken to push her. Sharron had never stopped me, but I always tried to keep a handle on myself. My dick had other ideas though.
“Ok,” I shrugged as I led us into the back row. I wasn’t ‘that guy’, but I wanted to be, and the plaid miniskirt Sharron was wearing was really testing my restraint. I’d bought us a popcorn to share and a soda, and now I was gonna get two hours to snuggle with my girl in the dark.
I set our items down as I helped Sharron out of her coat. My tongue all but fell out of my mouth. Any time a guy tells you he doesn’t have a fantasy of his girl in a school uniform… he’s lying. We all have them, and apparently, my fantasy was a reality today. It wasn’t a uniform, but it was pretty damn close. A black sweater that accentuated her tits covered her top half, and the bottom half? A red and black plaid skirt with those over the knee socks, holy hell. She was trying to kill me. I scanned her from top to bottom before taking a few deep breaths to get a hold of myself.
“You like?” she smiled at me innocently. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Yeah,” I swallowed as my voice cracked. How the hell was I supposed to sit here and watch a movie with all that beside me?
“I bought it last week when I went I shopping. I’ve been saving it to wear out with you,” she grinned as she crossed one knee over the other, causing the skirt to shift and bits of skin from her thighs to appear.
“It’s nice,” I lifted an arm to wrap it around her shoulders as she leaned into me, resting her head against my chest.
Ten minutes seemed like ten hours as we waited for the theater to darken, and the previews to start. My heart was thumping loudly, and I wondered if Sharron could feel it against her cheek. “I’m glad we came out today,” she whispered as the first preview flashed up on the screen. “I’ve missed you.”
“Me too,” I whispered as I started letting my fingers brush against her shoulder.
We didn’t stay still for very long. Both of us were yearning for the other to make a move. Sharron had been a little bolder lately, but I was still usually the first to kiss her. Once I got her worked up, she’d take initiative, but I was always the instigator.
“This is the perfect movie for today,” she panted as she broke the kiss.
“I know,” I groaned against her neck as I trailed my lips up to her ear. “It’s loud,” I murmured before tracing the shell with my tongue. I’d brought her to see the newest Fast and Furious movie. I knew explosions and cars would translate loud on the screen and Sharron’s soft moans would be camouflaged.
“You’re driving me nuts with this,” I rubbed the edge of her skirt between my thumb and forefinger. “It’s so fucking sexy.” I connected our lips as Sharron turned to face me more. I flipped the armrest up between us, and tugged her closer as one hand went to palm her breast.
“Trev,” she pulled back, her eyes wide as she looked around.
“No one’s watching,” I mumbled as I moved closer. We were two of the total five people in the theater, and the only ones near the back. The other three patrons were almost to the front row, and none wiser of what we were doing. “Don’t worry about them,” I murmured. “I’m not into letting people watch me.” It was dark, and the darkness allowed me to be braver. Right now, all I could think about was how close she was to me, and how only a little fabric separated us. “Sit on my lap,” I whispered, causing her to go stiff.
“Trev,” she stammered.
“Trust me. Please,” I begged. I gave a little tug and after a few seconds she came over and draped her legs across my thighs. I grabbed my coat off the nearby seat and draped it over our legs, effectively blocking any view of what we were doing. I knew at that point she’d feel that I was hard, but I didn’t care. She was in my lap. She was in my lap in a skirt. I could feel the heat coming from her, and every ounce of blood in my body was rushing to my crotch.
I leaned in and lightly traced her lower lip with my tongue. She stayed stiff for a moment, but then began to relax. “If I do something you don’t like, all you have to do is tell me to stop,” I panted as I rested my forehead against hers. “I promise, I’ll stop.”
“I know,” she whispered before I connected our mouths, this time diving in right away. My tongue rubbed against hers and she began squirming in my lap. I knew what was happening with her, and it thrilled me to think I was turning her on the way she did me. Before my nerves could make me stop, I placed my hand on her knee. My palm slowly slid upwards, stopping right at the bottom of her skirt. When she didn’t stop me, I slipped underneath it. Her entire body shuddered against me as I moved up her thigh; I kept moving. Ever slowly, I made my way up until I felt the edge of her panties. I stopped at that point just to give myself time. I had no intention of blowing in my jeans, but things were heading that way. I’d never gotten this far with Shar. I’d wanted to for a while, but I always stopped us. “Trev?” she gasped as I plucked at the elastic. “I need… I mean I want,” her fingers curled into the collar of my shirt as she tightened her grip on me.
“Trust me,” I whispered as I kissed her again. This was it. I was going to touch her. I was here, and there was no turning back. I knew sex was in the future, but this was the closest we’d gotten, and there was something naughty about doing this in a public place.
My hand drifted along the elastic toward the inside of her thighs, and as I got closer she relaxed and let them part slightly. My fingertips brushed over the cotton of her panties, and she sucked in a breath. “Trust me,” I whispered again. I needed her to remember it was me, and I wasn’t pushing her to do anything. We’d both get something out of this.
I lifted the elastic with my fingertip and slipped underneath. Sharron began to squirm against me once again, and that heat… holy fucking hell. She was already wet, the dampness of her panties proved it. I traced blindly along her center, and it must have been like the key because her thighs relaxed even more as my hand settled between them. “Trev,” she panted against my neck from where her head was resting on my shoulder. “Oh god, Trev,” she licked a path up to my ear and nibbled as I toyed with her. It was warm, wet, and slick, and the more I played with it, the more desperate we both became. My dick was throbbing in my pants and begging me for relief, but hearing the soft mewls of pleasure coming from Sharron was enough.
I pinched her clit causing her to bite down on my lobe, which made us both groan. As she started to quiver more, I slipped a finger inside her. “You are so sexy,” I whispered. “I want you so bad right now. You don’t even know how bad my cock is throbbing for you,” I pulled back and dipped a second finger in as my thumb moved around her clit. Sharron buried her face deeper in my neck as she began to whimper. I’d never seen her orgasm before. We’d never gone this far. I didn’t even know if she’d ever done this for herself. I know after we’ve had a makeout session I usually have to go home and beat off, but did girls do that?
“Let go. I’ve got you,” I whispered as I moved my fingers faster. Within a minute or so I felt her walls tighten on my fingers. They squeezed me like a vise as her body shook in my lap. She went lax against me and a small giggle escaped as I slowly removed my fingers from inside her. If I’d had it my way, I’d stay there forever but I knew that couldn’t happen, and the hard-on in my jeans quickly reminded me that I had bigger problems to deal with. “Thank you,” I murmured as I pressed a kiss to her temple. She’d gotten a hold of herself and was currently moving back to her seat. I didn’t want her to, but I wasn’t going to push. I’d pushed enough today. “For trusting me,” I clarified when she glanced in my direction.
“I’ll always trust you, Trev. I’m just sorry you’re uncomfortable,” she eyed the bulge in my pants.
“I’ll live,” I brushed her off, but the truth was I was already getting the signs of blueballs. I’m sure the inevitable stomach ache would show up soon.
“Hey,” I nudged Sharron as we stepped out of the last museum. “Wanna grab a movie after dinner,” I winked and waited to see what she’d say. I had a feeling it was big fat ‘no’, but I had hopes. “Forget it,” I waved as I opened the door to the cab I’d flagged down. I didn’t want to pressure her, that is the one thing that’s never changed.
“I’d love to,” she laughed as she climbed in. “Maybe this time we can have a different ending to the evening,” she giggled as I slid in behind her.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” I smirked.
“This time you can score a homerun instead of just a triple,” she shrugged innocently before bursting into laughter. “What? You think I don’t know what you’re doing? I know you Trev. I knew you back then, and I know you now. I haven’t forgotten what we were like. I liked us that way, and I’m having fun remembering it all. There are some perks now though,” she mused.
“Like what?” I shifted to face her.
“Like I don’t have a curfew, and you can come into my bedroom, oh… and we don’t need condoms,” a cloud washed over her face before she pushed it away. “You know what I mean,” she waved her hand in the air.
“I love you,” I hugged her to my side. “You don’t have to be happy all the time, you know? It is nice to hear you laugh again though.”
“I know,” she leaned her head on my shoulder as we made our way back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. Today was a perfect day, and I planned to make tonight just as perfect.